God Emperor

Zhang Ruochen frightened Xue Tu so much that he felt uneasy and full of fear about this trip to the forest where he would never return.

To be able to frighten a great sage to such an extent is something that even a god would find difficult to do.

Zhang Ruochen only had hatred for Xue Tu and had no good impressions.

In the battle at the Jianzhong, senior brother Baolie almost died tragically in his hands. Even Zhang Ruochen himself almost died. It can be said that he had a life-or-death feud. If not, Zhang Ruochen would never let him go easily if the Blood Queen accepted Xuetu as her disciple.

However, Zhang Ruochen's previous words were to scare him.

The great sage can be killed but cannot be humiliated.

If he really forced Xue Tu to that point, even if he died, he would never give in.

After Zhang Ruochen became the Great Sage, his mentality changed even more than before, and he really wanted to try the "emperor's way of governing people" that Shangguan Que once taught him.

"You actually want to escape."

Zhang Ruochen sensed Xue Tu quietly jumping off the ten-winged holy ship, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He disappeared from the spot and appeared a hundred miles away, twisting out the invisible and fleeing Xue Tu.

The moment Xuetu saw Zhang Ruochen, the body of the immortal saint trembled, and he said desperately: "Senior brother, letting a genius saint sell his holy blood and organs in Wugui Forest is a waste of his entire blood." You should think twice about the face of the Tian tribe.”

Zhang Ruochen ignored him, his face was stern, and he said, "What did I tell you? You dared to run away. You really didn't take my words to heart. The magic sound sucked half of the holy blood in his body." "

Roots of the Sacred Food Flower spread from Zhang Ruochen's back and wrapped around Xue Tu's arms.

"I hope his Holy Blood of the Great Sage can help you break through the realm." Zhang Ruochen said.

Xuetu wanted to resist, but Zhang Ruochen pinned him down with one finger, making him unable to move, and was firmly fixed in the space.

When Zhang Ruochen almost died, the Holy Flower of Food was also severely injured and did not wake up until recently. After being nourished by Zhang Ruochen's demigod blood for decades, it finally returned to its peak state again.

Now, with the new blood source of Blood Slaughter, Zhang Ruochen no longer has to waste his demigod blood.

…

In a mysterious space glowing with blood, the Blood God of War and the God of Blood Yao sat opposite each other.

The two gods are playing chess.

The chess pieces in his hands are not round black and white pieces, but small humanoid puppets. Some of the humanoid puppets exude the aura of a saint, while others exude the aura of a tyrannical great saint.

Xue Jue War God said: "This move of yours seems not to be a good one. Be careful to destroy him."

Lord Xueyao thought deeply: "Since Xuetu has obtained the mark of the Blood Flame God of War, he has the qualifications to become a god. However, his state of mind is far from reaching the heart of god. Let him follow Zhang Ruochen, Refining your mind is not necessarily a bad thing.”

When the God of Blood Yao sent Xue Tu to the battlefield of merit in the Kunlun Realm, he actually had high hopes for him and used it to polish his state of mind.

"Snapped."

One piece fell.

Lord Xue Yao said: "It's your turn!"

"The heart of a true god must be indomitable. However, if it is broken, won't you feel heartbroken?" The Blood God of War followed up and said so.

"Being broken means that he does not have the qualifications to become a god. What's wrong with knowing the result earlier?"

Immediately afterwards, Lord Xue Yao said again: "The current monks in the hell world are becoming more and more arrogant and self-righteous, which is not a good phenomenon."

"In the past ten thousand years, the number of new gods born in the hell world has no advantage compared to all the heavens. Perhaps it is the mentality of the younger generation. Without setbacks and hardships, there are countless great sages with extraordinary talents. , I can’t break through to become a god no matter what.”

"The environment in which they grew up was so smooth!"

"I think that during this Shuntian Banquet, we should make some suggestions to suppress the younger generation in the hell world and rectify the bad atmosphere. We should have the will to win. We must not have the arrogance, complacency and arrogance."

"It's time to sharpen them."

…

After absorbing half of the blood of the Great Sage from the Blood Massacre, the Holy Flower of Food successfully survived the Tao Fusion Tribulation, created an immortal body, and broke through to become the Great Sage.

It transformed into the figure of Demonic Sound, with a charming appearance, and a halo of holy energy surrounding its body. The powerful holy power filled the vast space with a radius of thousands of miles.

"Thank you, Master, for giving me blood to help me break through and become a great saint." Demonic Voice's voice was soft and sweet, and her phoenix eyes were shining with blood-colored brilliance.

Zhang Ruochen said: "If you want to thank me, thank Junior Brother Xuetu."

Hearing the word "Junior Brother", Xue Tu almost burst into tears.

Is there anyone who bullies a junior brother like this?

"Senior brother, we did have hatred before, but now, after all, we are our own people, can't we turn our hostility into friendship?" Xue Tu said.

Zhang Ruochen said: "You have been born in the hell world since childhood, and you should understand better than me the principle of the weak eating the strong. Only the weak will put their hope, and the strong will turn conflicts into friendship. If today, my cultivation level is not as good as yours, I fall into your hands. How much of my holy blood can you leave me?"

Hearing this, a bright light flashed in Xue Tu's eyes.

"Yes, I have the mark of the Blood Flame God of War. As long as I practice hard, I may not be able to surpass Zhang Ruochen. As long as I endure until the day when I am stronger than him, he still won't let me control him?"

Xue Tu regained his strong confidence, looked at Zhang Ruochen's leaving figure, and showed a cruel and cold smile.

Now, he can only endure the humiliation and bear the burden, and when he waits for the Huntian Banquet, he will definitely have a big breakthrough in his cultivation.

"Moyin, watch over Junior Blood Slaughter Brother. If he dares to escape again, suck out the remaining half of his holy blood."

Zhang Ruochen returned to the Ten-Winged Holy Ship, took out the sundial and entered the cultivation state.

The starry sky where the hell realm is located is very vast. To go to the Forest of No Return, you need to go through many wormholes and spend a lot of time on the road.

Currently, what Zhang Ruochen most urgently wants to improve is the rules of the holy way.

Yan Wushen has reached the pinnacle of immortality, and he must not fall too far behind.

Started the sundial and practiced for four years.

The rules of the holy way in Zhang Ruochen's body have increased by 100 million, making the total number more than 500 million.

"It seems that it is not difficult to upgrade the rules of the holy way to 800 million ways. However, it does not seem to be that easy to understand the holy meaning."

So far, Zhang Ruochen has not even touched the threshold of holy will.

If you want to break through to the late stage of the Immortal Realm, you must meet two conditions: the rules of the Eight Billion Saint Paths and the Holy Will. Once he cultivates the Holy Will, Zhang Ruochen's combat power will take a huge step forward.

"Since Yan Wushen has reached the pinnacle of the immortal realm, he has cultivated at least a billion rules of the holy way. More importantly, how strong is the holy will he has comprehended?"

In the same realm, Zhang Ruochen could not take any monk seriously, but Yan Wushen was an exception.

After spending a lot of money on the one hundred and forty divine stones he purchased, there were only five left. Zhang Ruochen was about to take out the Seven-Star Imperial Palace to study.

Outside, there was a noise.

"We're here! Look, there is the six-colored mist nebula in the Forest of No Return. It's so spectacular!"

"I saw three World Trees. The one in the middle is the World Tree of Destiny, right?"

…

Zhang Ruochen was full of curiosity about the Forest of No Return, the core of the hell world, so he put away the Seven-Star Imperial Palace and walked out.

A large number of holy monks from the Blood Sky tribe gathered on the deck of the holy ship.

Zhang Ruochen looked into the distance and saw a six-colored forest in the boundless starry sky.

The forest does not really exist, but is made up of stars, mist, and dust. It is about a tenth of a light-year wide and more than a trillion miles in length. Even the Great Sage cannot fly across it.

There are also a large number of life stars suspended in the six-color forest. From a distance, they look as small as marbles.

The most eye-catching ones are the three world trees in the six-color forest.

They are not real trees, but are similar to the "Shura Star Pillar Realm", with rock structures and shapes that look like three ancient broad-leaved trees.

Each leaf of the three world trees is a world. Every world is a country where countless monks live.

Some of these kingdoms have evolved into the kingdoms of God.

At the top of the three World Trees, there is a huge leaf, and three sacred cities were built, namely: Destiny God's Domain, Fengdu, and Yama Luotian Waitian.

The direction in which the ten-winged holy ship flew was exactly the top of the World Tree of Destiny in the middle - the Destiny Domain.

The holy ship flies on a special star road, and is affected by divine power and constantly jumps in space. Each jump can span billions of miles.

As he approached the World Tree of Destiny, Zhang Ruochen felt more and more pressure. The rules between heaven and earth became more active. The ten golden wings hidden in his body seemed to be out of control and were about to rush out from his back.

After the fleet arrived in the Destiny Realm, under the leadership of Qingsheng Sheng, everyone moved into an independent city.

"The area we are in now is called Hanye City. It was built by the Temple of Destiny and the Yama clan a hundred thousand years ago in order to hold the Hunting Heaven Banquet. It is divided into hundreds of urban areas, and our Blood Sky Tribe is stationed there. The city’s name is Bingsi City.”

"All the monks from the ten hell clans who participate in the Hunting Heaven Banquet will enter Hanye City."

"Everyone must remember that private fighting is prohibited in the city. Here, there are gods and saints enforcing the law. Those who fight privately will be severely punished."

"If you have a personal grudge and want to resolve it, you can go to Wudou City."

"If you want to buy cultivation items, you can go to Heshi City. There, on both sides of the Holy River, there are holy shops opened by major forces. Large-scale auctions are held every day. As long as there are enough holy stones, you can buy what you want. Everything you want.”

"In addition, there are Lundao City District and Sword Domain City District..."

"There is still some time before the Huntian Banquet. If you have time, you can walk around a bit to enhance your knowledge."

Saint Qingsheng talked a lot, but Zhang Ruochen's mind had already drifted elsewhere.

"The legendary Temple of Destiny should be in the Divine Realm of Destiny. Is the power of destiny really that terrible, determining everything in the world?" Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes, and unconsciously, the figure of Huang Yanchen appeared in his mind.

She turned around and turned into a prajna face again.

It's hard not to think of her when you're here.

Zhang Ruochen's residence is located in the central area of ​​Bingsi City, called Hanhai Manor. As soon as they entered the manor, there was a large group of figures kneeling on the ground: "Greetings to the Great Sage Ruochen."

In addition to the eighteen Six-Tribulation Ghost Kings mentioned by Saint Qingsheng, there are also eight blood clan guards in the realm of Saint Kings, and there are hundreds of maids, housekeepers, and slaves.

It was just a temporary stay of a month or two, but it turned out to be such a grand event.

"Get up!"

After a pause, Zhang Ruochen pointed to Moyin standing beside him and said: "If you have anything to do in the next period of time, just report it to the Great Sage Moyin and she will help me arrange everything. By the way, send A monk will go and kill the blood first and bring it to me."

By a lake in Hanhai Manor, Zhang Ruochen turned on the sundial and started practicing again.

Xuetu walked over and entered the area covered by the sundial. His heart suddenly felt cramped, and he thought to himself: "Zhang Ruochen has a time treasure like the sundial. Do I really have a chance to surpass him in this life?"

Zhang Ruochen stopped practicing, stood up, walked to the pavilion, filled two cups of holy spring, picked up one cup and handed it over.

Xuetu was stunned for a moment, with a puzzled look in his eyes. He took the holy spring in a daze and drank it slowly. After drinking it, I found that the rules of the holy way in my body had automatically increased by hundreds.

"This...this holy spring..."

Xuetu felt that he couldn't see through Zhang Ruochen at all and didn't know what he was going to do.

Before coming to Hanhai Manor, he was ready to escape again, fearing that Zhang Ruochen would take him to sell blood and organs now. For a great saint, that is something more difficult to accept than death.

However, after arriving, I drank a cup of precious holy spring.

That kind of psychological gap made him feel flattered.

Zhang Ruochen picked up another cup of holy spring, drank it slowly, and said, "If your five planetary fiefdoms were put on the auction block, how many sacred stones could they possibly sell for?"

Xuetu had known for a long time that the fiefdom could not be saved, but he was not that distressed. He said: "One hundred sacred stones should be sold."

"So few?" Zhang Ruochen frowned.

Xuetu was speechless.

Is this still less?

One hundred sacred stones are equivalent to one hundred billion sacred stones.

If not, he had obtained the mark of the Blood Flame God of War, had broken through to the realm of the Great Sage, and received a fourth-level life planet as a reward from his family, it would have been impossible for him to have so much wealth.

"Okay! You put the fief at the auction house. It's best to sell it in the next two days and exchange it all for the sacred stone."

Seeing Xue Tu standing there motionless, Zhang Ruochen waved his hand and said, "Why don't you go and do it quickly?"

Xuetu still couldn't believe that Zhang Ruochen would let him go so easily, and asked in a low voice: "Senior brother, don't you have any other instructions?"

Zhang Ruochen stared at you and said, "Work for me with peace of mind. If you do well enough, I may consider giving you more time to repay the huge debt you owe me."

"Okay, I'll do it right away. I'll make sure it's done properly."

Xuetu was overjoyed, as if the knife hanging above his head was temporarily removed, and left happily.

Zhang Ruochen held the jade cup and stared at Xuetu's leaving figure, thinking to himself: "The first challenge to control the Great Sage seems to have some effect. However, there is still a long way to go to make him convinced and obey my orders."

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded in the pavilion behind him: "I have never seen a great sage who was forced to auction his fiefdom, but he was still extremely excited. Zhang Ruochen, your methods are clever enough. ah!"

There was a strong sense of sarcasm in his tone.

Zhang Ruochen turned around and saw the figure of Emperor Yu, as beautiful as a fairy, already sitting inside.

She was very rude, directly lifted the jade pot, raised her white chin, and poured the holy spring in the jade pot into her red lips. Such a heroic thing, done by her, is full of boundless beauty.

Zhang Ruochen's mind moved, and he suddenly felt that he might be able to challenge a higher level of difficulty.

If Emperor Yu can be brought under his control, who will not be able to control him in the future?

"I originally thought that our relationship would be like fire and water, with no possibility of easing. But I didn't expect that Emperor Yu would actually come to visit me. It just so happens that I also have something very important to discuss with you."

Zhang Ruochen's expression was indifferent and he never mentioned that Emperor Yu drank from the holy spring without permission.

Emperor Yu raised his wrist and put the jade pot back on the table. He glared at Lin Ke with a pair of cold and sharp phoenix eyes, and hummed softly: "I'm not here to repair the relationship with you. Someone will give you the letter I deserve." The invitation was delivered to my hands."

After saying that, an invitation flew out of her sleeve.